Spoiled Rotten by the CEO After a Contract Marriage - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Well, Let’s Make It Real?

“No fracture, just a sprain. Don’t run or jump tonight, and you’ll be fine tomorrow.” The doctor handed Yang Yuxiang the medicated oil with a look of exasperation. When he first came in and saw You Wenchen’s face, he thought Yang Yuxiang’s leg was broken. It was just a sprain; if You Wenchen hadn’t insisted, he wouldn’t even need to rub on the oil, as it would heal by just resting for a few hours.

Yang Yuxiang breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that nothing was fractured; if his leg had broken too, it would truly be a collective bad luck streak.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“You’re welcome. As for this medicated oil… President Chen, you rub it on for him.” The doctor was very tactful. He handed the medicated oil to You Wenchen and then left.

How could he not be tactful? He had only held Yang Yuxiang’s foot for a moment, and You Wenchen’s look made it seem like he had molested Yang Yuxiang.

“I’ll rub it myself. You go and attend to your business. I’ve already taken up your entire afternoon,” Yang Yuxiang felt bad for taking up more of his time.

You Wenchen sat down and lifted the blanket he had placed over his leg: “It’s fine. I’ll rub it for you.”

Yang Yuxiang nervously clutched the pillow: “Then be gentle.”

He was very sensitive to pain.

You Wenchen held his ankle. Yang Yuxiang tentatively moved it: “Huh? It doesn’t hurt much anymore.”

He thought it would be as excruciating as before, but only a slight residual pain remained.

You Wenchen placed his foot on his own lap and poured some medicated oil into his palm to warm it up: “It’s good that it doesn’t hurt. Let’s see if it feels better after applying the medicine.”

“Wait, wait. It still hurts a bit here. Be gentle.”

“Wuwu, don’t touch there, it hurts there!”

Yang Yuxiang didn’t know how long he wailed, but he was finally exhausted, collapsing limply onto the little sheep pillow.

You Wenchen went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then walked up to him and helped him sit up: “The medicine has been applied. It won’t hurt anymore.”

Yang Yuxiang closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, as if he had ascended to heaven: “I’ve lost consciousness. I need to enter a sleep state to recover.”

You Wenchen checked the time on his watch: “You can’t do that. Go down for dinner, then you can sleep.”

He had discovered that his little sheep was very good at sleeping. He wasn’t necessarily tired; he just could sleep. If there was nothing important, he could sleep for a whole day. But if he had to stream or film, he could also go without sleep.

He didn’t know what kind of miraculous constitution this was.

“Auntie said she bought a lot of delicious food. You don’t want to disappoint Auntie, do you?” You Wenchen’s simple words were enough to wake up a person pretending to be asleep.

Yang Yuxiang immediately opened his eyes: “Okay, I can’t disappoint Auntie. I’ll go change my clothes first.”

He was still wearing the cosplay outfit and was afraid of dirtying it during dinner.

You Wenchen stopped him: “I’ll bring them over for you. You can change in bed.”

“Okay. I’ll wear the apricot-colored pajamas.”

You Wenchen brought the clothes over for him and consciously turned away so as not to look.

Hearing the sound of his beloved changing behind him, You Wenchen closed his eyes and recited every pure and ascetic phrase he could think of.

“I’m done.” Yang Yuxiang called out to him.

You Wenchen helped him put away the cosplay outfit and assisted him in standing up.

“It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt much now.” The doctor had told him not to run or jump but hadn’t said anything about not walking.

You Wenchen still didn’t let go, his hand tightly encircling his waist.

Yang Yuxiang opened the doorknob and was startled by the four people standing outside.

Why are his parents and You Wenchen’s parents all at the door!

“Mom, Dad, why are you here?”

Su He explained: “We happened to meet and had afternoon tea together. Auntie Li heard you were hurt, so we came over to check on you.”

The household staff here was arranged by Su He. Anything that happened would be reported to Su He immediately.

Yang Yuxiang laughed awkwardly: “I’m fine. I just sprained my foot accidentally.”

Yang Yi looked at him with a half-smile: “I heard you two were getting busy in front of the living room’s floor-to-ceiling window in broad daylight?”

Yang Yuxiang was quick to explain: “We were taking pictures! It wasn’t what you think.”

“Oh~” Yang Yi’s tone slid up and down.

Ou Huanhua’s expression was normal. She walked into their room and looked around: “Is this your bedroom?”

Yang Yuxiang’s heart sank. Did his mother figure something out?

You Wenchen said: “Yes. Do you find anything unsuitable about it?”

Ou Huanhua didn’t speak. She carefully inspected the room’s floor, then walked out after a moment.

“Nothing much. I just hope you can put a rug in the room. Next time he falls, it won’t be so serious.”

Yang Yuxiang’s eyes felt warm. His beautiful mother, tough on the outside, soft on the inside!

You Wenchen quickly said: “Okay. I’ll have someone buy and lay down a rug immediately.”

Ou Huanhua walked out of Yang Yuxiang’s room and then went into the adjacent room, where You Wenchen usually rested.

Yang Yuxiang gripped You Wenchen’s arm. Oh no, will she find out?

You Wenchen patted the back of his hand reassuringly and whispered: “Don’t be nervous.”

Ou Huanhua stayed in there for only a moment before coming out: “Is this room usually occupied?”

“Of course not. Yàngyáng and I share a room.”

You Wenchen was confident. Every time he woke up, he would clear all signs of the room being occupied, precisely to prevent Ou Huanhua and Yang Yi from suddenly showing up.

Ou Huanhua stared at him. You Wenchen was unafraid, meeting her gaze directly.

Yang Yi spoke: “Alright, stop standing around. Let’s go downstairs.”

Ou Huanhua retracted her gaze: “Mhm, let’s go downstairs.”

Yang Yuxiang was sweating cold. Did his mother figure it out or not?

You Kuanshen was also nervous. This in-law is not easy to fool.

They ate dinner together, and Ou Huanhua suddenly said: “There’s a water and power outage at our place tonight. We’ll stay here for the night. You don’t mind, do you?”

You Wenchen enthusiastically said: “Of course not. You and Father-in-law can stay as long as you like.”

Ou Huanhua nodded: “I’ll take the room next to your master bedroom. I think the lighting is very good there.”

“Okay, I’ll go up and tidy it up for you.” To show respect, You Wenchen personally went up to clean the room for them.

Yang Yuxiang followed him: “I’ll go too, I’ll go too!”

You Wenchen wanted him to rest, but he insisted on going up. In the end, You Wenchen had to help him into the room.

The moment he entered, Yang Yuxiang slumped onto the sofa: “It’s over. I forgot to tell you something terrifying just now.”

“What is it?”

“My mom has an incredibly sharp nose. She can tell if a room has been lived in just by the smell. I suspect she smelled it just now, but she didn’t say it out loud.”

When Yang Yuxiang secretly ate something as a child, even brushing his teeth wouldn’t help. His mother could always smell it.

You Wenchen was unperturbed: “It’s fine. If she asks, we can say I stayed there once because we had a fight.”

“She’s not that easy to fool. She already thought our marriage was strange; now it’s even stranger.” Yang Yuxiang’s eyes were vacant, as he could already see the tragic future of being exposed and forced to pick up garbage on the street for a living.

You Wenchen was amused by his expression and sat down beside him to offer a suggestion: “You know how to draw hickeys, don’t you? Why don’t you draw a few on yourself and intentionally show them later?”

Yang Yuxiang said with a tearful face: “My mom taught me my makeup skills.”

Ou Huanhua was a top makeup artist before starting her own business. Trying that stunt in front of her would be suicide.

You Wenchen reached out and poked his cheek, half-teasing and half-serious: “Well, then, let’s make it real?”